Sort of weird thing (I need opinions)

But i do look like them. I just dont like bringing it up.

jeff is slightly younger then me. I am about to be off to college. I would but I fear it could break everything I know about myself and the world around me. I wouldnt be able to look at my parents the same way.

sorry meant to say her parents fixed it.

Well I have memories of early child hood ( like any person should) The earliest memory I can recall is when I was 2 and my brother was coming home for the first time. But it was strange it was like he was already a few months old. He was crawling but he did not talk. He also didnt cry a lot.

The different sex thing is indeed almost impossible. But the other 2 happen all the time with dodgy or just plain illegal adoption process.

Well Its kinda weird if your parents told you that they adopted you, but yea in the end all that really matters is that they love you.

No it doesn't matter. I love my parents. But I just get a weird feeling whenever its brought up.

I agree. I am very lucky to be where I am with friends and family who care for me.

Im not afraid. I love my parents I repay them by being a good son who does everything a loving son would. I do chores, Get groceries, and got to school just like every other guy/gal would. I dont fear being adopted Im just weirded out by them acting this way. If anything I worry about their feelings over my own. I would never do anything to hurt them, Even if that means never asking them this or any other tough question. Believe me I know pain and hard ships the likes of which many have never seen. I have grown up in a drug using home. (Mom got clean) My dad divorced my mother and soon went to jail. It was me and jeff alone in the world to protect ourselves. My father was just trying to keep us safe. I was bullied for having a single mother who couldnt support 2 kids. I had dirty clothes and no firends. My brother was always being beat up. He used to take it out on me and I let him. I knew if he had a punching bag he would feel better. I started to care for him and only him. I cant hit him no matter how much he has ever made me mad. I was alone. Completely hated by everyone in our school. They mocked me hit me with pencils and books. They never gave me a chance. I just wanted a friend, just one person to accept me for who I was and how I had no control over how I was being raised by a single mother addicted to crack.(I did not know at the time) After turning 10 and going to school one faithful day I had to use the bathroom. The teacher would not let me go, You can guess what happens next. I ran into the office and they gave me a new pair of pants. I never went back to class even when they threatened to call my mother. I feared going the next day. What would they do to me? When I got home my father was sitting on the couch. He was released earlier that day. He told me and jeff that he would be taking care of us now. We moved with him to our new home. We stared school mid year. It was an akward ajustment. Going from not being able to trust anyone to actually having people that liked you. I made 1-2 friends that year. It was rough. I died a little inside everytime I hurt some ones feelings or I got laughed at. I started growing up though and matured and started to have a lot of friends and stopped caring what people thought about me. I am me and my friends and family love me this way. I will never stop loving my father for taking me out of the worst years of my life. My mother is not evil or sick. She loves us just as much as he does. She regrets ever using the stuff and has been clean for a long time.